Hope raises its ugly head,
resistant to the doubt
flourishing within.
Tempted is it
to sit for hours,
outside the door
of the castle that
hides the true meaning of love.
It decides to wait patiently,
knowing with a certain fear
that its master will never show.
Deep within, it knows this,
but still the possibility exists.
Hope shall wait patiently
until the moment
doubt will take over all.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017